poetry by j matthew waters

hills like white elephants

if you are looking for the truth
you will not find it here
here where men in high places
place blame on the innocent
of course such power seldom
lasts past a lifetime (this day and age)
where kings are mere symbols
and queens call on mercenaries
to maintain the working class order
this inner struggle is as old as
hills like white elephants
where deep below the surface
purple hearts struggle to be noticed